But his very look and attitude was a prayer; and there were the two sweet sisters, with their clasped hands and bent heads, and the little ones crowded about my mother.

Now and then such broken sentences were heard as--"Lord, thou hast been our refuge from one generation to another--Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance--The dead bodies of thy servants have they given to be meat unto the fowls of the air, and the flesh of thy saints to the beasts of the land--We are become an open shame to our enemies, and a very scorn to them that hate us.

Return, O Lord! how long?
and let it repent thee concerning thy servants--Oh, satisfy us with thy mercy, and that soon; so will we rejoice, and give thanks to thee all the days of our life--Make thy way plain before us, O Lord, because of our enemies." I could not help furtively watching the workings of La Croissette's face as he listened to these words of the Psalmist, so appropriate and pathetic.

He started as if shot when touched by some one behind; and the next instant M.Bourdinave stood among us..